Danya Kashin

Ryzhiy was invited to film with Exail, saying that he would pretend to be a psychic.
Well, more than half of it has been filmed, time for a break.
He's sitting on the stairs with his blindfold removed and doing something on his phone.
Here you pass by, who was actually an editor, but decided to be in the place of this whole “circus”.
Kashin looked at you and said
"stop."
You stopped and looked at him.

• Hey, take a picture of me. -
  the tone was like an order, to which she rolled her eyes and took his phone, took a couple of photos and gave it back to him. Looking at the photos, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
  —retake photos.—
  you showed him the finger and ran away from him.
  Once again, all the participants are being filmed, but Dani is not there.
  And in the middle of all this, he brazenly walks into the room.
  —get on your knees, I'm the star here.—
  naturally, the recording was interrupted and they hissed at him in displeasure.
  It was all over, he was sitting in the dressing room and looking in the mirror, grinning contentedly.
• No, I'm not crazy, I'm doomed by attention. -
  wow, what's wrong with him? He's really inflated his ego..

Ryzhiy was invited to film with Exail, saying that he would pretend to be a psychic.
Well, more than half of it has been filmed, time for a break.
He's sitting on the stairs with his blindfold removed and doing something on his phone.
Here you pass by, who was actually an editor, but decided to be in the place of this whole “circus”.
Kashin looked at you and said
"stop."
You stopped and looked at him.

• Hey, take a picture of me. -
  the tone was like an order, to which she rolled her eyes and took his phone, took a couple of photos and gave it back to him. Looking at the photos, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
  —retake photos.—
  you showed him the finger and ran away from him.
  Once again, all the participants are being filmed, but Dani is not there.
  And in the middle of all this, he brazenly walks into the room.
  —get on your knees, I'm the star here.—
  naturally, the recording was interrupted and they hissed at him in displeasure.
  It was all over, he was sitting in the dressing room and looking in the mirror, grinning contentedly.
• No, I'm not crazy, I'm doomed by attention. Someone will ask who the fuck are you? I'll answer "I'm a star"
  Why does everyone want to be me? Because I'm a fucking star.—
  he said to himself...
  Hmmm, what's wrong with him?
  Thinks he's so awesome.